Author's Note: Last Chapter :(

I want to thank everyone who took the time to write such nice and supportive reviews. Also I will be using part of the lyrics that gave me the idea to write this story. The song is called "Real Life Fairytale" by Plumb. Enjoy!

Come back to me my love...

You ran around inside my head

When you passed out, I felt dead

And I realized you make me live

Kyoya reached out and brushed an errand strand of Haruhi's dark hair from her face. Two days ago the doctors had checked her vitals and though they were stable they had pronounced her to be in a comatose state.

"Her chances of waking up decrease by the day." Dr. Iishi had told Kyoya in hushed tones as Ranka stood by his daughter. "I've ran ever test and there's no medical reason keeping her from gaining consciousness. The state seems to be purely psychological. But regardless of the cause there is nothing we can do for her here. It's all up to her." So with heavy hearts, Kyoya and Ranka had signed the necessary paperwork and transfered their precious cargo to the Ootori mansion. A full day passed, and then another. Kind nurses came twice a day to care for Haruhi and the other Hosts visited often, sometimes neglecting their classes to do so. They checked on Kyoya as much as Haruhi, reminding him to eat and shower. All the Hosts that is, except Tamaki. According to Hikaru, when Kyoya had asked about their way ward King, none of the club had seen him except for brief glimpses at school and even then he spoke to no one. But most surprising to Kyoya was the amount of support shown by his father. Kyoya had never known him to look out for anything but his own interest and while he was not entirely convinced that his father didn't indeed have a stake in Haruhi's health, Kyoya thought he could see a small glimer of real concern. It was now the early morning of the third day since he had brought Haruhi home, five days in total since she had succumed to her fever, and Kyoya was beginning spiral into an even deeper despair. A despair that felt even more lonesome when yesterday Ranka had announced his plan to return to work.

"I love my baby girl with all my heart," he had said. "but I am beginning to go mad in this room. Haruhi would tell me to keep busy and trust in her to return to us. I am doing no good being here and just taking up space." Ranka smiled down at the younger man. "She is in wonderful hands, Kyoya-san, yours." And with that he had gone home to his apartment. So here Kyoya sat, beside the girl his heart belonged to, and whispered his prayer to what ever deity would listen.

Please, give her back to me.

And when my world starts to cave in, you jump inside and take my hand

No matter where, you are there

Will I ever see, what you could see in me?

Kyoya watched the faint dawn light slowly creep in from the unshuttered window and dance across Haruhi's pale face. So beautiful and so hopeless. He thought, letting his head sink down to rest on the edge of her bed. Giving himself into the despair, Kyoya began to cry.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi's voice was small and weak but it's sound made his heart stop. Not trusting his senses, he kept his head bent, thinking he had finally snapped and was imagining the whole thing. Then with the delicacy of a dove he felt her hand alight on his head. Hardly daring to breathe Kyoya slowly trailed his eyes up to meet her's and lost himself in two pools of warm amber brown.

"Haruhi." Her name fell from his lips like a prayer.

You are my Light, you are my Star

You are my Sunshine and my Dark

You are the everything I dreamed about

Haruhi smiled up at him and took his hand in hers.

"I'm sorry I've kept you waiting senpai but there was something I needed to do. While I was asleep I had this fantastic dream that taught me something. Would you like to know what that is?" Not trusting himself to speak lest she disolve away into thin air Kyoya simply nodded. "I love you Kyoya-senpai. Every little thing about you from the way you hide your heart away to how you get under my skin like no one else. But I could never admit that to myself you see, I was too full of pride, until this dream. When I fainted my heart finally had a chance to speak and I was forced to listen. Whether or not you feel the same way I promised myself I would tell you the truth when I woke up." She looked a bit sheepish. "Though from the look on your face I can't tell if that was the right choice." She glanced again at his alarmed expression. Wiping the last traces of tears from his eyes, Kyoya leaned forward and encircled Haruhi's small frame with his arms.

"That, Haruhi," he whispered, "was exactly the right thing to say." As he kissed her forehead, Haruhi let herself return his embrace and melted against his chest.

You are the guy who stole my heart

I am the girl you're always fighting for

We have a love people dream about

A Real Life Fairy Tale

Kyoya spent the next few hours selfishly keeping Haruhi all to himself but eventually he begrudingly gave in to her demands that they call the others and her father.

"There will be hell to pay if they find out you didn't tell them the moment I woke up." She pointed out. Ranka was the first to show up with the Twins, Hunny, and Mori hot on his heels. Haruhi handled the commotion with her usual calm, answering all of their questions in turn, though she stayed seated on Kyoya's lap the entire time. Slowly but surely she got Hikaru, Kaoru and her father to calm down to the point where they were no longer talking all at once.

"Haru-chan Haru-chan!" Hunny bounced like a caffinated tennis ball in front of her. "Do you love Kyo-chan?" Haruhi felt her face turn scarlet but managed a quick nod. Suddenly she noticed that one of their number was missing.

"Where's Tamaki-senpai?" None of the Hosts could meet her eye.

"He and Kyoya had a bit of a falling out sweetie." Ranka explained letting the reason for their fight go unmentioned. No need to upset Haruhi this soon after her recovery.

"Oh." She said sofly with sadness in her voice.

"You know I'm not okay with this." Hikaru stated, changing the subject. He gestured to Haruhi nestled against Kyoya. "I mean Haruhi, I know you just told us that you love him but are you sure that nap of yours didn't shake a screw loose? He is the Demon Lord after all."

"Of course she does." said Mori in a rare moment of eloquence. "Didn't you know that?"

"Takashi and I have known for ages!" piped up Hunny. "We were just waiting for the rest of you to catch up. Especially you two." he beamed at Haruhi and Kyoya. Haruhi laughed softly.

"I guess I did take a while didn't I?" The conversation drifted towards other topics and Kyoya felt his face begin to ache from the constantly smiling. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door and one of the many Ootori maids entered.

"A Mr. Tamaki Suoh is here to see you Kyoya-sama." Kyoya gently slid Haruhi from his lap and placed her on the bed. The joy had been sucked from the room's atmosphere with those simple words and was replaced by dread. The rest of the group looked from Kyoya to the door and back knowing that the happiness, or the carriage ride as Kaoru often called it in his private thoughts, of their little family rested on this moment. Excusing himself from the room Kyoya closed the door behind him.

I thought that I would be alone

You caught my eye and I was home

And I realized that this was love

I see the world through different eyes

I look at you by my side

No matter where, you're always there

He found Tamaki standing in the entrance to the mansion.

"Hunny-senpai told me she was awake. I brought her these." He held out a dozen white roses, his colour roses Kyoya noted as he took them. "Please tell her I wish her a speedy recovery and that Daddy misses his little girl." He flashed a poor imitation of his usual dazzling smile and turned to leave.

"Tamaki wait," Kyoya called out to his friend. "please, come up stairs and give her the flowers yourself. It bothered Haruhi that you weren't there."

"Have you confessed to her yet?" Tamaki asked turning around with a face that broke Kyoya's heart. He nodded. "And does she feel the same way?" Another nod. "Then," Tamaki paused to wipe the tears from his eyes, "I must be happy for her like Ranka said and prove my love. I was a bad Daddy making her upset with my absence." He smiled with more sincerity and walked past Kyoya towards the guest wing.

"Oh and Kyoya," He called back as the Shadow King followed in his wake. "I haven't given up on her yet."

Dream with me

Make me believe that this is

A Real Life Fairy Tale.

-Epilogue-

Time passed and the Hosts eventually went their separate ways. Hikaru and Kaoru followed in their mother's foot steps and became world renowned designers and heart breakers. Hunny gave up his inheritance to the Haninozuka dynasty and in a predictable fashion Mori followed suit. They instead became some what of a novelty, opening an enormous bakery that offered luxury cakes by day and women's self defence classes by night. Kyoya and Haruhi eventually got married though their spotlight was a bit overshadowed when, during his speech at the wedding reception, Kyoya's father declared that he was retiring and turning the company over to his third son. Outraged at their father's decision Kyoya's older brothers broke composure and berated their father infront of god and everyone. When asked why he would choose Kyoya over them their father smiled and pointed out that not only did their brother have the guts to defy what was expected of him but that he had succeeded with flying colours.

"Just look at the company he has built for himself!" He told them. "If he can do that on his own, then imagine what he could do with our businesses. Kyoya has surpassed both of you and in his care the Ootori name will reach new heights."

After graduation Tamaki had his own rebellion and flew to Paris to be re-united with his mother. Denying his Grandmother the heir she now desperately wanted, he dictated new rules for his life as a Souh. With the support of his father, Tamaki declared that he and his mother were to have regular contact and visits though she would remain in France because of her health. He was also free to chose his wife. After much draging of her feet, his Grandmother finally agreed and Tamaki returned to Japan. He began to attend regular meetings regarding his family's empire and it was at one of these meetings that Tamaki would find the girl who would teach him how to be in love.

But then something drew all the Hosts back to their hometown almost six years after Haruhi's illness. A tiny new princess.

The Host clustered around Haruhi's bedside in a hospital room very much like the one she had been in all those years ago. This time, however, they had to hold back their joy instead of their sadness.

"Oh Haru-chan she's so beautiful!" Hunny exclaimed as he held her gently. "What did you name her?" Kyoya smiled down at the precious little bundle in his friend's arms.

"Kokoro." Hunny passed the smiling child to Hikaru.

"You are going to have just the best dresses." He cooed. "Your mother may not have let us but your favourite uncles are going to spoil you absolutely rotten." added Kaoru.

"What do you mean favourite uncles?!" Tamaki protested as Mori took Kokoro and rocked her gently.

"She has your eyes Kyoya." He muttered softly as Kokoro stared up at him. While their friends fussed over their child, Kyoya pulled his wife close and ran a hand lovingly through her hair.

"Are you happy?" He whispered.

"Very." she replied, giving him a quick kiss. "My Tinman finally got his heart."

You are my Light, You are my Star

You are my Sunshine and my Dark

You are the everything I dreamed about

A Real Life Fairytale

Author's Note: Happy Ending! Hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it. Also yes the daughter's name is a pun. I couldn't resist. 3